Hello gtrplr and welcome. *Green lady spots a fiddle behind the bar, goes picks it up and starts playing. She looks up.* Any requests?

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DRAGON BLESSING

May dragons bring you wealth and guard your treasures May they banish darkness and enlighten you May female dragons grant you inner power May the Dragon Queen neutralize your enemies May Dragon Spirits give you power over Elementals May weather dragons bring rain at your request May Ti'amat effect the changes you command May Ishtar grant you Dragon Power May Ishtar grant you Dragon Power

Well if guitar player can actually use that claymore I would like to hear a round of Back Home in Derry with the extended fiddle solo of course. (takes long pull on cuban and uses wings to waft smoke around to properly fill the pub)

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He is no fool who gives up that which he can not keep to gain that which he cannot loose

(stuffs mouth full of gingernuts then shoves bowl in Oldies direction accidently ashing cigar in the bowl in the process)

*grumble mumble*

Thanks but I'm watching my weight.Besides, I don't smoke.

Let's have Lukey's Boat!

Ah, Dannah. I was hoping you'd show. plops apple down next to Danann that he had been saving for the gaelic prof.

gtrplr, always a pleasure. bows his head and tips a feather from his scalp as though it were a hat.

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Caw

"I am a Canadian by birth, but I am a Highlander by blood and feel under an obligation to do all I can for the sake of the Highlanders and their literature.... I have never yet spoken a word of English to any of my children. They can speak as much English as they like to others, but when they talk to me they have to talk in Gaelic."

The song winds to its conclusion. I'll take this opportunity to wish you all good E'en and good fortune. says gtrplr. He slings his gtr back on his back and does a little dance step out the door, whistling as he goes.

The Wizard of Owls makes his way into the tavern and pulls up a chair before the fire. Bartender! A frosty mug of A&W Root Beer if you please! And a bowl of corn nuts for me owls if you please. Warms hands by the fire and enjoys the music coming from the other side of the room.

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Slàn agus beannachd,Allen R. Alderman

'S i Alba tìr mo chridhe. 'S i Gàidhlig cànan m' anama.Scotland is the land of my heart. Gaelic is the language of my soul.

Oops, seems I fell off the bar. Head hurts a bit. I'm heading home. freezes as feathers stand up on the back of his head. Slowly turns about*

CAW! *uhum* Hello wizard. Pardon me, but isn't that a lot of owls! Nods with respect to owls, but doesn't take his eyes off them. Well, my own Mrs. Raven to be is calling for me to feed the dog. Funny, you wouldn't expect a bird to have a dog.

SilverDragon folds her wings, walks into the pub, and carefully insinuates herself into a corner booth which she pretty much fills. She sneezes, and a small flame flickers and singes the Guinness cardboard advertisement on the table. The other patrons move as far away as they can without actually changing their seats...

Bartender, A pot of hot tea, please. Cinnamon flavored, if you have some. And some rare roast beef, also. She detaches two scales from her left wing. I hope you will accept these as payment; I assure you they are sterling.

*nods at Wizard of Owls.* Good evening to you and your companions, sir! *nods at Green Lady* And to you, milady! I hope to hear more; it was your fiddle lured me in.

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Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadowThe days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadowWho shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burningOr behold the flowing years from the Sea returning? ~ J.R.R. Tolkien